Episode Report Card M. Giant: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT I Say Quakerism, You Say Aneurysm
By M. Giant | Season 5 | Episode 8 | Aired on 07.23.2005
David's spending his morning touring a crematory, whose aging proprietor is hoping to sell it to him for $340,000. "You don't want Fisher & Sons to get left behind," Cremator Guy says. "Uh, Fisher & Diaz," David corrects. Cremator Guy says he has another prospective buyer, but "I'd be pleased to pass it on to the sons of Nathaniel Fisher." Of course, he doesn't know that one of those sons tried to blame him for improperly cremating his wife. David says he'll talk to his partners. I hope he doesn't get burned on this deal. I'm sorry, I know that's terrible, but I just had to get it out of my head so I could move on.
Claire's in the office, taking orders for a coffee run. I hope it's just her turn and not her job to do this. Of course, everyone's got annoyingly detailed requests. But at least no one says "yeah, baby."
Cut to the shop on street level, as Claire comes teetering out of the store balancing two trays of cups and a bag of baked goods along with her purse. So she can't really flee when Anita of all people (an art-school classmate, in case you're just joining us) comes walking down the sidewalk and calls her name. "Someone's very thirsty," Anita comments, noticing Claire's burden and her corporate outfit. "And on her way to Bible class, I'm guessing." Claire explains that she's temping. Anita says she thought Claire was dead: "You were like my best friend and then suddenly you were gone," she exposits. Claire tries to escape, but she doesn't get away unscathed; Anita sticks a flyer for the LAC Arts Junior Show in between a couple of the coffee cups and gets Claire to agree to go. Claire heads back up to the office, aware of the painful irony that she was armed with a whole arsenal of hot beverages that she couldn't even use to blind Anita while she made a clean getaway.
Ruth pulls the first batch of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven and calls for the boys. No answer. She stands there like she's trying to remember if there was something she was supposed to be doing. Here's a clue:watching the boys, maybe?
David gets out of his car in his building's parking garage, having put in a full day of shopping for crematories. He jauntily chirps his alarm remote and starts heading in, but he's distracted when a ginormous SUV that looks a lot like the Keithmobile comes cruising into the garage playing extremely loud rap music. And Durrell's rapping along in the driver's seat, with Anthony in the back. At least they're both wearing their seat belts. The truck parks none-too-smoothly in its spot with a sharp squeal, and David stands there blinking in horror like he's waiting for the dream sequence to be over.